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Both are cats.
Kika thinks that human arms are made of rubber. She asks to be petted, and then gets further and further from you, and then looks at you with a "why did you stop?" face. If you stand up to get closer to her, she runs towards a specific corner of the house (that changes from time to time, currently her cardboard box), because apparently being petted there is the bomb.
Siegfrieda has some deep connection with... mats. She likes them so much that she never leaves them alone, they're always out of the place and messy. The kitchen mat in special - sometimes she rolls herself into a makizushi with it. (And yet she still doesn't know how to get inside her pocket-folded blanket by herself.)